The sand dunes burrow nearby. Their spines sharp green, blade into the hotshimmering distance, snuffling out thin,hot slices of boiling glass, flowering far off.I push my fingers into their dusty flesh,Feel the cool blood whisper the agesthrough the tight shell of my hand.I see the sun set quiet in the corner of the sky.

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